Saturday, June 14, 2008

Clueless in Miniskirts, Part Three

The apparent teen beauty stumbled in her heels and nearly fell into the pool. The girls and their gym teacher all but gave themselves away laughing uproariously at the transformed math teacher’s distress.

Christy did her best to mince over to her tormenters. "Why?" the male voice whispered.

"Because we can," Becky smiled. "I want you to realize just how humiliated you would be if we really did let the whole school and the whole town know about your little fetish—and about how you try to extort your students into helping you fulfill your fantasies!"

She looked the TV teenybopper in the eye again and said, "Christy is clueless." Immediately, the man-girl regained control of her feminine self and sashayed out of the pool area, at Becky’s command.

The next day, Becky escorted a new student into the principal’s office to register. "Audrey," she said to the secretary, "this is Chris Ross’s niece, Christy. She’ll be staying with him for a few months, and he asked me to make sure she got registered for classes."

"Of course, Miss Conners," the secretary replied, giving the new student the once-over.

For her first day of classes as a student, Christy wore a black jumper with an incredibly short skirt over a white t-shirt. Her legs were covered in black thigh-highs, and perched on black and white pumps with a half-inch platform and three-inch heels. Her hair was caught in a pair of ponytails. "Where is Mr. Ross, by the way?"

"Let me speak with you in private, Audrey," Becky said. She led the secretary away from Christy and whispered to her. Audrey gasped and shot a look at Christy. She grinned. "Yes, Miss Conners, I’ll see to it that Christy gets all the right classes, including her uncle’s sophomore math class. By the way, can you sub for Mr. Ross today?"

"I’d be happy to, Audrey," Becky replied.

Christy’s school day was uneventful, except for the stares the beautiful and provocatively dressed teenager got from every boy in the building. That is, it was uneventful until sixth period, the first one after lunch…when she walked into what should have been her own sophomore math class, as a student instead of the teacher.

She took a seat, acting all the while as if this were perfectly normal. But deep inside, Chris knew that Becky must have something planned for this period.

Becky walked in at that moment and explained that Mr. Ross was unavoidably absent. She introduced the new student. "Class, this is Mr. Ross’s niece, Christy. Stand up, dear, so everyone can see you." Christy complied, still under the hypnotic compulsion to obey Becky’s every request. Rachel and Sheila giggled, the only students so far aware of the real nature of Mr. Ross’s absence.

Christy sat again and Becky announced, "Class is in session". That was the trigger that put the man-girl back in a hypnotic trance. "Now, for a little explanation," Becky began. "Mr. Ross is not absent; in fact, he is right here. Christy is not his niece, but Mr. Ross himself." She proceeded to give a somewhat bowdlerized version of events of the past weekend.

Then she spoke to Christy. "Christy, who are you?"

"I am Chris Ross, but I am really Christy, an airhead teenybopper with a love for sexy clothes."

"And who do you love?"

"I love you, Becky Conners."

"Then come here." Christy stood and walked up to the teachers’ desk. "Kiss me—and when you kiss me, the difference between Chris and Christy will disappear. You will always be Christy from now on."

They kissed, Becky’s tongue thrusting itself deep into the transformed instructor’s mouth, her hands roaming sensuously over the once-male body. The students gasped and applauded.

One month later, Chris Ross had resigned from his teaching position and moved in with Becky Conners.

One year later, the two were assigned to chaperone the junior prom.

"Oh, Christy, you look just heavenly in that dress…some of the boys are sure to mistake you for a student and try to do a little petting!" Becky exclaimed.

"Just let them try!" Christy laughed. "There’s only one person who gets under my skirts!"

"I know, darling—but imagine the boys’ surprise if they discovered what you really have there!"


THE END

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